SCENE II. _The first Prison Scene.

_Enter second_ Keeper, Haswell _following_.

_Has._ Where is the poor unfortunate?

_2d Keep._ Here, Sir.

_Has._ Am I to behold greater misery still?--a still greater object of compassion?

[_Second_ Keeper _opens a door, and_ Twineall _enters a prisoner, in one of the prison dresses_.

_Has._ What have we here?

_Twi._ Don't you know me, Mr. Haswell?

_Has._ I beg your pardon, Sir--I beg your pardon--but is it?--is it?----

_Twi._ Why, Mr. Haswell--if you don't know me, or won't know me, I shall certainly lose my senses.

_Has._ O, I know you--know you very well.

_Twi._ What, notwithstanding the alteration in my dress?--there was a hard thing!

_Has._ O, I'll procure you that again--and, for all things else, I'm sure you will have patience.

_Twi._ O, no, I can't--upon my soul I can't.--I want a little lavender water--My hair is in such a trim too!--No powder--no brushes----

_Has._ I will provide you with them all.

_Twi._ But who will you provide to look at me, when I am dress'd?

_Has._ I'll bring all your acquaintance.

_Twi._ I had rather you wou'd take me to see them.

_Has._ Pardon me.

_Twi._ Dear Mr. Haswell!--Dear Sir!--Dear friend!--What shall I call you?--Only say what title you like best, and I'll call you by it directly--I always did love to please every body--and I am sure at this time I stand more in need of a friend than ever I did in my life.

_Has._ What has brought you here?

_Twi._ Trying to get a place.

_Has._ A place?

_Twi._ Yes; and you see I have got one--and a poor place it is!--in short, Sir, my crime is said to be an offence against the state; and they tell me no friend on earth but you can get that remitted.

_Has._ Upon my word, the pardons I have obtained are for so few persons--and those already promised----

_Twi._ O, I know I am no favourite of yours--you think me an impertinent, silly, troublesome fellow, and that my conduct in life will be neither of use to my country nor of benefit to society.

_Has._ You mistake me, Sir--I think such glaring imperfections as yours will not be of so much disadvantage to society as those of a less-faulty man.--In beholding your conduct, thousands shall turn from the paths of folly, to which fashion, custom, nature, (or call it what you will) impels them;--therefore, Mr. Twineall, if not pity for your faults, yet a concern for the good effect they may have upon the world (shou'd you be admitted there again) will urge me to solicit your return to it.

_Twi._ Sir, you have such powers of oratory--what a prodigious capital quality!--and I doubt not but you are admired by the world equally for that----

_Enter_ Messenger _to_ Haswell.

_Mess._ Sir, the Sultan is arrived in the council chamber, and has sent me. [_Whispers._

_Has._ I come.--Mr. Twineall, farewell for the present. [_Exit with_ Messenger.

_Twi._ Now, what was that whisper about?--Oh, heavens! perhaps my death in agitation.--I have brought myself into a fine situation!--done it by wheedling too!

_2d Keep._ Come, your business with Mr. Haswell being ended, return to your cell. [_Roughly._

_Twi._ Certainly, Sir--certainly!--O, yes!--How happy is this prison in having such a keeper as you!--so mild, so gentle--there is something about you,--I said, and I thought the moment I had the _happiness_ of meeting you here,--Dear me!--what wou'd one give for such a gentleman as him in England!--You wou'd be of infinite service to some of our young bucks, Sir.

_2d Keep._ Go to your cell--go to your cell. [_Roughly._

_Twi._ This world wou'd be nothing without elegant manners, and elegant people in all stations of life.--[_Enter_ Messenger, _who whispers second_ Keeper.]--Another whisper! [_Terrified._

_2d Keep._ No; come this way.--The judge is now sitting in the hall, and you must come before him.

_Twi._ Before the judge, Sir--O, dear Sir!--what, in this deshabille?--in this coat?--Dear me!--but to be sure one must conform to customs--to the custom of the country where one is.--[_He goes to the door, and then stops._]--I beg your pardon, Sir--wou'd not you chuse to go first?

_2d Keep._ No.

_Twi._ O! [_Exeunt._